What he said just now works very well. Lin San San was disturbed, tears stopped, and turned into a confused expression.
"Oh... do you mean... did I make it myself?"
Zhang Yimou nodded and pointed to her right hand.
"Yes, you touch yourself with that hand."
Lin Sansan's expression became even more shocked when she thought of what she had done to her body accompanied by Zhang Yimou.
This is more shameful than being offended by him!
She raised her hand and screamed in a trembling voice.
"Ah... not true... not true!"
Zhang Yimou has vented her anger, but in any case, he has escaped the blame.
But Lin Shan has gone crazy. She keeps screaming for weapons.
"The sword! Where is the sword!"
"Why do you take the sword?"
Zhang Yimou couldn't help but ask, while Lin Sanshan said, Come on.
